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May 2015
withering weather
Thirty six flowers, all of them crying
"Drown us with water, for we are all dying!"
Neglecting their plea, I sprint for the sea
With an ocean blue car that runs off of tea
oui
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   Cold-Bones, Mosaic, --- and Andrew Tinkham
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